What is the definition of forgiveness?

I want all y'all's opinion on what it is to forgive and what it's like when you forgive someone?
I'd like to know firstly because I think I've discovered that I'm doing it all wrong and secondly because I just find it interesting to know your opinions.

Give me what runs through your head after someone has just majorly insulted you or betrayed your trust and you forgive them. Tell me what you know.
Whether it be Bible verses, experienced based, or something you heard from your neighbor's best friend's sister' aunt who lives in Sweeedland that you think is interesting.
I want to know it.

Feel free to comment even if you opinion has already been articulated or if it differs only by two adjectives of the last comment.
The only thing I don't want to hear is the "right" answer, y'know the one that you've always been taught but haven't put much thought into. Thoughtfulness is the only requirement.

What does forgiveness mean to you? How do you go through the process of forgiving someone?

.....meh. it is a sad day. i watched that last CSI...what was it called?...."leave out all the rest" it confirmed the really bad feeling i got a few episodes ago that Sara was out of the picture for good. . . i read fanfiction everyday for a week or two after. Fellow sad GSR-fans wrote about three or four fic a day about how Sara and Grissom would get back together....meh, i had a feeling tho......

Does art always have to imitate life?
couldn't art just be happy? baaaaah!

shoot. well. i'm sorry sarah. i am a gil grissom goldfish stuck in the mud. i have this fear that the mud is drying up. i spose i never really did answer you.

i have been listening to all these songs that i used to love the lyrics to because they helped me be angry at you. and now i listen to the same songs and can only seem to apply them to myself. i feel so immobile. so stuck. i am out of practice. i can't speak. i can't draw. i can't write. i am stuck. all the things, all those stupid things that i thought would keep you around are looking like raisins. pruney and old...and in my opinion, distasteful.

......i don't feel intuitive....i used to think i was intuitive. i think there's a verse about that.

there is no measure.....to how much i'd love to move on....but i don't know where to and fear everything outside my front door.

k, i think i'm gonna post this before i think better of it.